A/N: Well, I've had some HORRIBLE writer's block lately, so I thought I would try this new Seven Day Challenge I found on a forum. Each day will be a different story, so they can all be read separately, but I'll be posting them together. This is the fic for day one, which is supposed to be a song fic. There were no other parameters, so this is what came out. I hope you guys enjoy, and I hope this helps my block!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or anything to do with it, nor do I own the rights to the lyrics of the song I used, Someone Like You by Adele. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made from my writing.

Day 1 of 7: A Song Fic

Someone Like You

It was the hardest day of her life, watching him walk down the aisle with a beautiful woman. A smart, talented, amazing woman. A woman that wasn't her.

She had been happy with him, so happy, but things fell apart faster than they could fix them. He had said it wasn't meant to be when he broke up with her, that he still loved her and hoped they would remain good friends. She agreed, because she didn't want to lose him in every capacity, despite the fact that her heart was in a million pieces. She swore she'd never love again.

Now, standing beside this other woman, dressed in the amazing lilac dress she had helped pick out, she smiled her best smile. She pretended that everything inside was ok, that she wasn't broken beyond repair.

The vows were spoken, the rings were exchanged, and the bonding spells were cast. Their lives were officially entwined forever, and with a kiss to seal this fate, they began their first moment as husband and wife. It was beautiful. There were tears and applause as the perfect couple swept down the aisle. And as the wedding party filed out behind them, she let the tears stream down her cheeks, masked as tears of joy. No one knew the pain she felt. No one would ever suspect.

At the reception, she was asked to give a speech. She would rather have ripped her own heart out and eaten it than spoken about the perfect couple, but she knew she had to. She hadn't really prepared anything, but she knew exactly what to say. Everyone clapped and cheered as she smiled that same plastic smile. She was the perfect friend, they said. She could hear the whispers as she walked back to her seat.

"I always thought he'd end up with her. I wonder why it didn't work out. Poor girl; she must be devastated. It's so sad, isn't it?"

Months later, as she let the post owl in while she made herself some breakfast, the frilly blue card immediately caught her eye. She quickly broke the seal and a puff of blue confetti exploded out of the charmed card – right into the pan of scrambled eggs she had ben frying up.

A boy. A baby boy was soon to arrive. The Perfect Couple was expecting, and she was invited to the baby shower.

A surge of emotion rose up in her, so strong that it actually terrified her. She ripped the card in half, in quarters, in eighths and threw them into the pan of burning eggs and confetti, then proceeded to pick up the pan and throw it against the wall, making a terrible mess and burning her hand.

She sunk down into a kitchen chair, her face in her one good hand as she sobbed and shook. It was all too much. She couldn't pretend anymore, couldn't hide the pain and jealousy. She was tired of playing nice, pretending that she adored his new wife, that she was happy for them both. But ending this charade meant cutting ties with him indefinitely. Was she ready for that, could she let him go completely?

Why not? He had made it beyond clear that he was more than done with her, so why bother? Why cling to a memory that will never be again?

Wiping her tears, she pulled out her wand and cast a healing spell on her hand. She then grabbed her coat from the hook beside the door and clasped her cloak on over it. Stepping outside, she turned on the spot and apparated. It was time.

"Pansy? Are you all right? It looks like you've been crying," was the first thing out of Draco's mouth after letting her in to his office.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over."

Draco seemed to pale more than he usually was. He quickly closed the door and gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Oh Pansy…I was waiting for this…Please, sit down."

"I don't want to sit, Draco. I'm sorry, I didn't want it to turn out this way, but I can't ignore it anymore."

The blonde man ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. The look in his eyes wasn't shared pain, or understanding. It was pity. That hurt more than anything else ever could.

"I'm sorry, Pansy. Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead. I never meant to hurt you. I thought we were both over this. I wish nothing but the best for you, but I love Astoria. She's pregnant; didn't you get the shower invite?"

Pansy wiped angrily at her cheeks, cursing her body's incessant need to show her emotions through tears. She was done crying over him, for him, because of him.

"Yes, I got the invite. Maybe I'll go. I like Astoria; she's nice. I guess she gave you things I didn't give to you."

Draco shook his head quickly, looking confused now. "No, Pans, that's not it at all. You're my best friend; things just didn't work out. I'll always love you, just…not like that."

Pansy nodded as her tears dried up, a faint smile finally finding its way to her face. It was the first time she had truly smiled in a very long time.

"Never mind, I'll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you too. Just…don't forget me?" she begged, feeling the heavy weight on her heart lessen just a little bit. She would be ok, in time. This is what she needed – to finally get it off her chest and let Draco know that she wasn't ok, but she would be.

"Never, Pans; I could never forget you. But don't keep it all in anymore, yeah? I knew something was bothering you, I just didn't realize it was me. Why are you suddenly so shy? It isn't like you to hold back, or hide from the light. That's not like you. I miss the old Pansy. Bring her back, ok?"

"I'll try, Draco. The old Pansy isn't the same anymore, you know? I tried dating, but nothing compares. I should have told you how much you meant to me when I had the chance, but hey; regrets and mistakes – they're just memories made. Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? I'll be ok, eventually."

And she would be ok. As she walked out of Draco's office and onto the streets of London, Pansy took her first breath of freedom. Freedom from the heartache, freedom from her self-loathing and the blame she had put on herself for the failed relationship with the one person she thought she would be with forever.

"Never mind, Draco, I'll find someone like you. And when I do, I won't let him get away like you did," Pansy told the air as she walked down the rain coated street, her cloak blowing in the wind. She was finally free.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and please review to let me know what you think! I know, the pairing is a little strange for me, but this is what my brain told me to write, so I just went ahead with it! I don't think I'll be exploring this pairing any more, though lol.